1. <br />On a bank, beside a willow, <br />Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, <br />Sad Amynta sigh'd alone: <br />From the cheerless dawn of morning <br />Till the dews of night returning, <br />Singing thus she made her moan: <br />Hope is banish'd, <br />Joys are vanish'd, <br />Damon, my beloved, is gone! <br /> <br />2. <br />Time, I dare thee to discover <br />Such a youth and such a lover; <br />Oh, so true, so kind was he! <br />Damon was the pride of nature, <br />Charming in his every feature; <br />Damon lived alone for me; <br />Melting kisses, <br />Murmuring blisses: <br />Who so lived and loved as we? <br /> <br />3. <br />Never shall we curse the morning. <br />Never bless the night returning, <br />Sweet embraces to restore: <br />Never shall we both lie dying, <br />Nature failing, Love supplying <br />All the joys he drain'd before: <br /> <br />Death come end me, <br />To befriend me: <br />Love and Damon are no more<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tears-of-amynta-for-the-death-of-damon-a-song/
